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nyang3racha · 16 days ago

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𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

pairing: dilf next door! yunho x fem! reader

genre: neighbor au, fluff, smut

summary: you try your next door neighbor on for size when your date cancels on you last minute.

w.c: 3.8k

warnings: yuyu is in his late 40s 🙂‍↕️, controversial spider-man takes LMAO, wine drinking (they are tipsy at most!), brief play fighting, (mostly) dom switch! yuyu but he also whimpers and whines 🙂‍↕️, subby switch! reader, big dick yuyu agenda ‼️, praise/pet names only, teasing (only a lil bit while he talks reader thru it uwu), brief spit kink, kissing, dry humping, fingering, face sitting, size kink >:))), breeding kink, bulge kink, creampie 💕

a/n: hihi i’m back! this fic is dedicated to my dearest bestie tasha @ildangtaek i love you so very much :(( and happy birthday againn i hope your special day was as lovely as you are <33 there really wasn’t much inspo for this i just ❤️ dilfs with my whole kitty esp when it’s yuyu uwu enjoy xx

p.s: thank you so very much for 7k followers! it’s still so unreal to me 🥹💕

song rec: new light - john mayer, boy is mine - ariana grande

“So…you’re not coming…?” you asked your potential date through your speaker phone, slowly sitting back down in front of your vanity mirror, your puzzled reflection staring back at you.

You listened to his vague explanation about how he wasn’t quite ready to take this next step with you, whatever that meant. All you were going to do was eat dinner and chat, not exchange marriage vows. He hung up before you had the chance to tell him how silly he sounded. Sulking, you shuffled into your bathroom to undo all the effort you put into looking like a five course meal for an undeserving stranger.

Halfway through washing your face, you heard your oven go off. You completely forgot about the pizza you had made in a rush for you and your date to share. Pulling it out of the oven with a small sigh, you couldn’t help but stare at the unopened bottle of wine on the counter. It would’ve been entirely too easy for you to just get drunk, eat the entire pizza, and cry yourself to sleep afterwards, but a tiny voice inside the back of your mind told you to invite your cute neighbor over instead — even if he was a lot older than you. Would that be so bad?

The phone only rang for a second before Yunho picked up. “Y/N, hey! What’s up?” Was it uncouth to answer right away or to let it ring for a while longer? He wasn’t sure what the younger crowd preferred nowadays, but he was sure that he wouldn’t let an opportunity to chat with his pretty neighbor slip away.

“Hey, Yunho!” you began, rolling a metal slicer through the thick crust of your homemade pizza. Your neighbor always sounded so happy when you called him. You could practically hear his imaginary tail wagging. Was he like this with everyone? “What are you up to?”

Yunho’s voice sounded a bit farther away and somewhat strained when he spoke again. “Just fixing up my garden. Oh! My honeysuckles finally bloomed!”

“Already? That’s great!” You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. He was so cute. “So, uh, long story short, my date canceled on me after I made us pizza...There’s wine too.” You bit into your bottom lip, wondering just how desperate you were about to sound.

“What a dickhead. Why would anyone cancel on you? I mean, you’re so–” he cut himself off, clearing his throat. “Cool, you know…” Yunho set his gardening trowel down onto the fresh patch of dirt in favor of bonking himself lightly on the side of the head.

“Thanks, Yun,” you giggled, curling a lock of hair around your finger. You swallowed down your doubt before it overtook you. “Did you wanna, like…hang out?”

Maybe Yunho didn’t fumble, after all. “I’d love to, Y/N.” He looked at the freshly bloomed flowers sitting in front of him. It was fate. “I’ll be right over, okay? Wait for me~”

“See you~” you replied, matching his tone. Once you hung up, you looked down at the comfy hoodie and sleep shorts you had slipped into. You only had a few seconds to wonder if you should change or not before your doorbell rang.

Yunho’s honey brown eyes widened upon seeing you, his cheeks growing warm. “H-hey, Y/N!” He nervously shuffled his feet, his scuffed Converse squeaking against the rubber doormat. He moved his arm in an odd way; it was clear he was holding something behind his back.

“I know it’s not technically a date, but I thought I should bring you something…”

Yunho held out a bouquet of freshly picked honeysuckles, ones that were delicately tied together with some pretty lace. You looked down at them in disbelief, gently taking them into your arms. Tears threatened to leave your eyes when you tilted your head back up to meet Yunho’s gentle gaze. “Thank you so much…I…Are you an angel?”

A big cheesy smile spread across Yunho’s face. “Just your friendly neighborhood gardener.”

And with that, you moved aside to let him in, mirroring Yunho’s infectious smile.

“Nice place,” Yunho approved in an oddly soft tone, looking around your cozy living room. Taking a sip of wine, he meandered over to your impressive media cabinet, scanning all the various movies that neatly lined the shelf. “I haven’t seen a DVD in ages…” He turned his head to look at you, his eyes crinkled with amusement. “I didn’t know you were old school.”

You let out a small snicker, pulling out one of the DVDs to run a finger along the smooth edges. “I’ve always preferred physical copies. Digital just isn’t the same…” You met his wholehearted gaze, your heart skipping a beat. “You know…?” You were so close to him, you were able to notice his pronounced smile lines as soon as his lips curled up.

“You’re speaking my language, kiddo.” Yunho took another sip from his glass, looking off to the side. He shook his head absentmindedly, reminiscing about something. “Everything was so much better in the 90s…”

You pouted, gently elbowing him through his shirt. “Hey, I wasn’t even born yet.”

“Oh, that’s right.” He took in a sharp breath, holding it for a second. Once he let it out, he just about deflated like a balloon. “I’m old…aren’t I?”

Scoffing, you mindlessly flipped the DVD around in your hands. “We’re all aging.” You hoped you weren’t looking too deeply into his eyes. “Why does it matter what step you’re at?”

Yunho was captivated. He hadn’t felt this kind of acceptance in quite some time. “I’ll try to think of it like that,” he voiced softly, reaching up to pat the top of your head. “Thank you.”

A simple head pat from your seasoned neighbor shouldn’t have affected you the way it did, heat creeping up on your cheeks, the DVD creaking in protest inside your tight grasp. “Y-you better.”

“O-oh?” Yunho was caught off guard by your bold words, surprised by his body’s immediate response to it. He slowly lowered his half empty glass, trying to casually hide his half-chub from view. “I will then…”

You tapped your finger rhythmically against the DVD, delighted with the sheepish look on the older man’s face. You wanted to attribute your growing confidence to the alcohol settling inside your stomach, but you knew you would’ve tested the waters either way. And with that, you reached all the way up to pat the top of his head. “Good.”

There was an electric current of sorts lighting up the edges of Yunho’s brain — one that would spark sooner rather than later. Before he could say anything that might scare you off, he finally took a look at the DVD you had been holding. “Is…is that the original Spider-man?”

“Thought you would never notice,” you giggled, his long fingers overlapping yours when you handed it to him. “I have one and two. Three doesn’t exist in my mind.”

Yunho was sure he met his perfect match. “We’re watching them,” Yunho decided for the both of you, his eyes widening with excitement. “Right now.”

You leaned in a bit closer to him. “What are you waiting for? Put it in.”

He leaned back. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

It took finishing the cheap bottle of wine and movies together for you both to finally let totally loose around one another, though your matching flushed cheeks and sweaty palms weren’t a result of being tipsy. It was simply a side effect of being around each other. You were so engrossed with one another, that you didn’t even bother turning the TV off, simply letting the DVD icon freely bounce into each corner of the screen for what seemed like hours.

Yunho couldn’t quite finish chewing the crust of his slice of cold pizza before he explained with his mouth full, “Peter knowingly killed Harry’s father. Harry following in the footsteps of his dad and becoming the Green Goblin was inevitable.”

“You having delusional takes was inevitable,” you shot back, getting so worked up over this nonsensical argument that you almost choked on your own slice of pizza. “I should’ve known that as soon as you said Spider-man 2 was mid.”

Yunho pressed closer to you, gently reaching up to squish your cheeks together. “Aww, someone’s grumpy.”

Your body was beginning to overheat. He was so close to you, and he smelled so good, fresh like cool eucalyptus, and warm like burning sage. You almost couldn’t focus on getting under your older neighbor’s skin, your words coming out a bit garbled when you provoked him, “Harry was a terrible Venom, by the way.”

Yunho let out a sharp, offended gasp. “You take that back!” he demanded jokingly, pretending to lunge at you, his hands instead stopping short of touching your shoulders, his breath getting caught inside his throat when you decided to actually lunge back.

“Never!” It was surprisingly easy to take down someone who was almost twice the size of you, but you knew internally Yunho was letting it happen. You almost wished he would give you the same treatment.

Yunho fell back against the couch cushion, his limbs sprawled out, except for one of his thighs, the one you were haphazardly sitting on. He began blocking your feeble attempts to tickle him, not putting a whole lot of effort into getting you off of his lap. “Admit it was peak, will you?” He sounded out of breath, but not for the right reason.

“Maybe if you admit I’m right,” you sighed out, not stopping your pursuit until you finally had his obnoxiously long body pinned underneath your significantly smaller one. Now straddling his hips, you closed your fingers around his wrists to keep him still. You were hunched over now, only a few inches away from Yunho’s reddened face, feeling him move against you, causing friction in between your thighs. You quickly bit into your bottom lip, your brows joining ever so slightly. Yunho wasn’t answering you, just looking up at you with his big glossy eyes. It was driving you crazy. “Lemme hear you say it…”

Yunho blew a few dirty blond locks out of his view. Everything was moving so fast a second ago, and now, it felt like slow motion. He watched as your zip-up hoodie slipped down one of your shoulders, immediately distracted by your thighs once he readjusted his own. Your tiny shorts were riding up, leaving little to imagination. “You’re right,” your neighbor exhaled out, his soft breath hitting the bottom of your chin.

Yunho sure had a big smile for someone who had just lost an argument, fake or not, and that’s when it hit you, or poked you, rather. You had been sitting directly on Yunho’s clothed cock, now feeling it throb against your exposed core through the thin material of your shorts. This sudden discovery could no longer go unnoticed. “That’s…what I thought,” you huffed, dragging your hips forward in a slow, methodical manner, drawing a long, airy moan out of your older neighbor.

“I-if you do that, I’ll, nnngh–” Yunho tossed his head back into the couch, feeling your equally sweaty hands slipping off of his wrists, your palms pressing into his warm chest. His hands were drawn to your hips like magnets, enclosing around them, his fingers so long and slender that they touched at the small of your back. “This is what you wanted all along, huh? You should’ve said something, kiddo…”

“Aren’t you the one who got hard five minutes into our date? Don’t think I didn’t notice,” you teased him back, trying to distract him from the fact that you were actively leaving a wet patch on Yunho’s tented pants.

“So, it is a date,” the older man breathed out, squeezing the soft flesh of your hips in between his fingers from underneath your hoodie, purposely dragging you across his manhood, before staying still, like he was testing the waters. “Aren’t I a lucky man?”

You just about melted from his sudden display of dominance over your body, now needing more, as though you were just introduced to a new drug. “Sh-show me…how lucky you are.” He waited silently below you, quirking his head to the side, before you realized.

“Please.”

“Good girl.” It seemed like his hips began to move without his permission, rolling them up into you, his movements disjointed and sloppy, but desperate. He was desperate for you, his pretty neighbor, the one he had spent countless days and nights yearning for. “Fuck, is this okay…?” he still found himself asking you from underneath his breath, needing more confirmation, despite actively making you grind against him like it was going out of style.

“Yeahh,” you gasped, just as you completely relinquished your feigned control, Yunho manually guiding your hips along his trapped, aching cock, the frantic pursuit of friction only fueling the already raging fires inside the both of you. “Need more, actually…”

“More?” Each small sporadic moan he heard coming from above was like music to his ears, more and more arousal shooting through his heated body and straight into his cock. He truly couldn't take it much longer, unless he wanted to bust inside his jeans like a loser. “Tell me…Tell me what you need, baby…”

Of course, your cute, seemingly innocent neighbor would be the type to make you ask for it. Your cheeks stung, especially now that he wouldn’t stop trying to catch your wandering gaze. “Touch me, Yun...”

“Touch you…? Touch you where?”

Chewing at your bottom lip, you pulled your tiny shorts up by the waistband, your pussy on full display for him. “Here, please…”

“Fuckin’ hell…” One of Yunho’s hands left your hips, gingerly pulling said shorts to the side to reveal your glistening cunt. Yunho had dreamt of this moment for ages, and now that he was finally living it, he was absolutely ready to give his all for the angel sitting on his lap. “Jesus Christ...All of you is so pretty...so perfect.”

“I’m all yours,” you whispered under your breath, your cheeks hot to the touch.

Yunho felt his brain short-circuiting in real time. “Fuck, you have no idea how crazy that makes me.”

The man’s cock pulsed from underneath you, leading you to bite back a moan. “Show me.”

“Then, sit on my face, angel.”

Once you were perched over him, Yunho pulled the shorts you soaked up by the inseam, emphasizing the shape of your pussy for his own amusement. He rubbed the pads of his index and middle finger along your clothed lips, knowing he found your clit with his thumb when you let out a sharp gasp. “Right there, hm? Did I find your cute little clit, baby?

“Uh-huh…”

He rolled your clit around in slow, teasing circles. “Want me to find your hole next?” Your sheepish, yet eager nods only fueled Yunho’s already raving arousal.

The unmistakable sound of fabric being ripped was registered by your senses first, before you watched your tiny torn pair of shorts disappear into the depths of the fluffy carpet beside the couch. The cold air that had hit your bare cunt was quickly replaced by your eager neighbor’s warm tongue. “Oh…!”

Yunho greedily lapped up your arousal into his mouth, mapping out the entirety of your cunt with his lips and tongue, the bottom half of his face already shining with your wetness. The man eventually spread you open with two slender fingers, watching your hole flutter around nothing. “Found it…” He was so overcome with lust, that he sent a wad of spit into your cunt, before plugging you up with his tongue.

“Yunho, oh my god–” You reached down to hold onto the sides of his head, your fingers curling around his dirty blond locks.

It was when your hazy eyes met that Yunho began to tongue-fuck you in a vigorous manner, each and every impossibly wet sound your slick cunt made only furthering your neighbor’s desire to make you fall apart. He only ceased his worship to groan, “Fuck, do you get this goddamn wet for everyone?”

Your thighs were starting to shake. You were close. “Just you, Yunho…” Now that the man was looking back up at you with those big puppy dog eyes, you couldn’t help but tug at his hair. “You look like you wanna say something, baby.” The small, uncharacteristically whiny moan your neighbor let out encouraged you to take matters into your own hands, rubbing your cunt along Yunho’s spread-out tongue, your puffy clit routinely bumping into his curved nose. He let out another pretty-sounding moan. It made you smile. “C’mon…use your words…”

“Cum on my face, please,” he voiced urgently, his lips still pressed to your wet cunt.

“Fuck, yeah, okay,” you gasped in agreement, only able to grind yourself cunt across Yunho’s tongue a few more times, before he cemented his hands around your waist, forcefully bringing you down onto his mouth.

Yunho couldn’t make out any of the words coming out of your mouth, too focused on the breathless moans you were letting out in between them. Your clit throbbed against his hot tongue, and once he licked down to your spasming hole, he felt the warm spray of your release hit his tongue. Savoring the taste of you on his swollen lips, he gazed up at you with pride. “That’s my girl.”

With your legs shaking and your heart pounding, you climbed off of him, watching him sit up and lean back against the couch, his aching cock still trapped inside the confines of his pants. You couldn’t help but lick at your own lips. “Take it out, Yunho��”

Yunho obliged, hastily undoing his leather belt. His sizable cock smacked heavily into his abdomen upon release, leaving a trail of pre-cum behind on his t-shirt. A prominent vein traveled up from the base of his cock to the thick tip where it was an eye-catching shade of pink. It matched the flush on his cheeks and ears.

Despite being confident about his size, there was a nervous glint in his eyes. “What do you think…?”

“Pretty…” You were sure you were drooling.

Chuckling in relief, Yunho patted one of his spread thighs. “Come here, princess. See how pretty it is up close.”

And you did just that, perching yourself on top of Yunho’s lap like you belonged there. Yunho still couldn’t believe his luck. Not only did he have the privilege of rewatching his favorite movies with his pretty neighbor, but he somehow ended up with you on his cock. He was determined to make it worth your while. “You like being on top, huh?”

“I just didn’t want to put all the hard work on you,” you pouted, gently running your finger around his tip to collect his arousal, giggling at the way he jolted against your touch.

“Oh, because I’m like 20 years your senior? Think I can’t handle all this?” he asked under his breath, squeezing the soft flesh of your ass from either side.

Mewing from his touch, you aloofly licked his pre-cum from your finger, making the man whine in response. “I think you should prove it, Yun,” you whispered near his lips, leaving a chaste kiss against them.

Yunho’s thick tip entered you first, your cunt slowly stretching open to accommodate his size. “I’ll show you, baby…” Feeling you tense up against him, Yunho made sure he took his time with you, pushing into you inch by inch, diligently studying your face for any sign of discomfort. He did all of this, only for your greedy cunt to swallow up his cock to the hilt.

You didn’t even know you could feel this full. You were positive he was inside your guts. “Yunho, fuck– it’s so big,” you gasped into his neck. A small puff of air hit the side of your flushed face.

“You’re just tiny, sweetheart. You can’t help it,” he whispered against your skin, rubbing your lower back in gentle circles. His teeth nipped at your earlobe. “But, you can take it, yeah?”

You gave him a small nod, but that wasn’t good enough for the man. He pressed his forehead into yours, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “I want to hear you say it, Y/N.”

When he let out a small breath, you took one in, clutching the sides of his face. “I can take it, Yunho.”

Yunho began to move before you had the chance to properly ride him, holding your soft hips, using them like handlebars. “Y/N, baby, you’re so tight…” Each thrust he made was purposeful, deep, like he wanted to reach the innermost part of you, and leave his mark there. You were so warm, so hot inside, the man was sure he was going to melt if he continued, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. “I’m going to make you mine…”

You choked out a moan, tightening your grip around him.

“Yeah?” His lips ghosted along your jaw. “That’s what you want?”

“Please,” you begged Yunho, digging your nails into his back.

Yunho simply couldn’t hold himself back any longer, not while he had you like putty in his arms, your body limp, completely and utterly at his mercy. “There we go, baby…Don’t worry that pretty head about anything, just focus on this cock.” And he made sure you felt each and every inch of it, figuring he was hitting your cervix from the way you gasped for air like there was none left.

“Fuck..!” you cried, delirious with pleasure. “I’ll cum, I’m gonna cum, Yunho, please, don’t stop–”

His hips matched the quick, wavered desperation of your voice, pounding himself in and out of your squelching cunt. “Fall apart for me, princess…Let me feel it…” He slipped his free hand between your heated bodies, giving your clit a few vigorous rubs with his calloused thumb.

You couldn’t speak, simply opening your mouth to let out a soundless moan, your body jolting away from his touch. “That’s it…that’s it, my love, let go,” he sighed against your lips, his thumb still swiping over your sensitive clit, his throbbing length reaching places you had never thought possible.

Just as your warmth spilled out of you, Yunho held you still within his firm grasp, his forehead resting against yours. He was almost completely out of breath, a few drops of sweat cascading along his temple. “Inside…?”

You nodded desperately. “Inside, please…”

Yunho indulged in your mutual desire, pressing his hand down against your tummy to feel the space he took up inside you. He filled you to the brim with his hot white release, so much so that it spilled past your joined bodies and dripped out onto the couch.

He managed to give you a small sheepish smile when your eyes met. “You’ll really be mine after this, won’t you, kiddo?”

You couldn’t help but giggle, reaching up to caress his cheek. It was warm to the touch. “Good thing you live right next door.”

#SURURBFHD GOOD LORD YES GOD YES GODDDDDDDD BOOM SHAKALAKAAAAAAAA 🚑🚑🚑🚑🚑#THAT'S MY DILF RIGHT THERE MINEEEE MINEEEEEEEE #I NEED HIM TO FILL ME UP NEXT YOUR HIGHNESS #MY GODDDDD HE'S SOOOOOOO FUCKING CUTE AND SWEET WITH HIS LIL HONEYSUCKLES #the mix of confidence and shyness is driving me WILDDDDDD #THE WAY HE TALKED WHEN SHE WAS ABOUT TO SIT ON HIS FACE?????#I need him to take care of me like that #AND THE BIT OF SHYNESS AT SHOWING THAT 🍆#I'M GOING CRAZYYYY FOR HIM GOD #boy do you know how sexy you are?????????#i thought the size kink was already mental BUT A DILF VERSION??????#I must be ovulating because even I know that this reaction is not normal HEHDSB #I JUST NEED HIM SO BAD 🚨🚨🚨🚨

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nyang3racha · 17 days ago

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◇ the way you make me feel // choi seungcheol

seungcheol x gn!reader, 2.6k+ words

tags: requested by anon, established relationship, fluff, mild angst, seungcheol is sooo down bad oh lawwd

warnings: pet names, 1 vvv mild curse word ig?? (ass)

notes: any fic where i get to write besotted cheol is a great fic! might be slightly ooc but oh well. who cares. ty anon for this request <3

“I'm going to be very honest, honey… this feels like a sleeping arrangement for a couple that's just had an argument.”

You laugh a little at the mild pout on your boyfriend's face as he stares contemplatively at the bed after you've suggested a rather… interesting sleep method that he's never really heard of before.

“It's really not,” you assure him. “Other couples do this all the time! And I thought it would be fun to try out too.”

Your boyfriend, Seungcheol, blinks at the bed before looking over at you, mystified.

“Really? People want to do this?”

“Yes, Cheol.”

“Hm.” Seungcheol frowns. “What did you say this was called again?”

“The Scandinavian Sleep Method,” you say cheerfully, hopping over to the drawers with all the different duvets and duvet covers that you and your boyfriend have collected over the years you've been living together. “Isn't it such a great idea? We sleep in the same bed, but we each have a different duvet so we get better sleep but still get to be next to each other.”

You begin pulling out different duvets, inspecting them and continuing to chatter as you do so.

“I know how much you love weighted blankets, but you know they're not something I'm a big fan of,” you say. “And you really hate my fluffy covers, for some reason. But if we sleep this way, then both of us can sleep happily without causing disturbance to the other's sleep quality!”

With a flourish, you turn back round to Seungcheol, the offending weighted blanket and fluffy cover in your hands, as if emphasising your point. There's a bright beam on your face, evidently eager to try out this new idea, but Seungcheol?

He's still looking a bit hesitant.

Which, understandable. You're introducing a new sleeping arrangement three years after you've been quite happily living together. Anyone would find that weird.

“If we don't like it, we can switch back,” you assure him. You shrug. “It's just a trend I saw online, Cheol. I thought it would be cool.”

Seungcheol pauses, and then smiles, nodding once. “Fine, fine. Let's try out, then. We'll see if the Scandinavians actually sleep well.”

You cheer, dropping the bedding and skipping across the room to launch yourself into Seungcheol’s arms. He catches you easily, laughing as he does so, amused at how delighted you are by his acceptance.

“Yes! I love you. Now I get to make the bed all aesthetic with different layered sheets!”

Seungcheol laughs again. “All right, sweetheart. Tell me if you need more sheets to fit in with your vision, okay? I'll buy you whatever you need.”

“Oh my god, suddenly I love you even more.”

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Admittedly, Seungcheol does love hearing you say that you, the absolute love of his life, love him (and any self-respecting boyfriend would feel the same), but he's wondering if this entire thing is really, really all that worth it.

Because, well.

Seungcheol hates the Scandinavian Sleep Method.

He harbours no hatred towards the Scandinavians themselves, of course, but their sleep method, for him, well and truly sucks.

Of course, he can understand why people like it. There are aspects he doesn't mind, too: such as how it's currently way less likely for him to wake up at 4am with a cold ass because you've stolen half the covers from him again. Or how he doesn't have to worry about the fluffy, fuzzy feeling of your sheets pressing creepily soft kisses against his ankles. Or how he can now actually sleep peacefully without finding that he's been suffocated by your weight on his chest because now, you actually sleep on your side of the bed.

Nevertheless, he hates this.

Unfortunately, he can't bring himself to say anything about this, because—

“I seriously think my quality of sleep has improved so much,” you say to Seungcheol one Sunday morning, beaming over your cup of coffee as he makes breakfast waffles for you. “The Scandinavians really know what they're talking about, huh?”

And your eyes are bright, sparkling as you say this, so full of life even though it's nine in the morning on a Sunday.

So Seungcheol smiles back, happy purely because you're happy, even though if you really pressed him, he'd admit that he's not really happy at all.

“I guess they do,” he says, turning back to the waffles. “Do you want honey with the waffles? Or the new maple syrup I bought you?”

“Ooh, maple syrup, please!”

And then Seungcheol had done all sorts of fancy tricks with the bottle of maple syrup, and you had clapped your hands and laughed, delighted, and Seungcheol felt a little better, the weight of his guilt that he didn't share your opinion beginning to lighten.

There's no real big reason why he hates this sleeping arrangement. Sure, it stops all your bad sleeping habits, but, truthfully, he… misses all those things.

He misses waking up to you all huddled up in the blankets, looking all small and adorable whilst swathed in the thick fabric. He misses cuddling you close and entangling his legs with yours in order to escape from the weird fluffy texture of your sheets. He misses feeling the comforting weight of you asleep against his chest, warm and secure like the physical manifestation of his soul, safely tucked against his side.

Now, you simply smile at him, face shiny and soft from your skincare routine, and give him a peck on the cheek goodnight before snuggling under your duvet, away from him, in your own little bubble of comfort.

Without him.

It makes him feel like an abandoned dog left in the rain outside of his owner's home.

Excuse him for being dramatic, but he's literally slept with you curled up in his arms for a very, very long time now. And these days, now that you're no longer with him and are miles away on the other half of the bed, he can't fall asleep by himself.

Withdrawal symptoms from cuddling must be a thing, because he's going through them right now.

“Just talk about how you feel, then,” is what any sane person would say about this matter, which is very good, very sound, advice.

However, it's also what Joshua says to Seungcheol when he complains to him about the new sleeping arrangement, and everyone knows Joshua is the least sane person in existence, so Seungcheol decides to ignore his advice.

Joshua rolls his eyes, used to but not pleased by Seungcheol's stubbornness.

“You're being silly,” he says, when Seungcheol vetoes his suggestion. “This is obviously impacting your sleep quality in a negative way, which is the exact opposite of what Y/N was hoping for.”

“But Y/N seems to be sleeping better,” Seungcheol argues. He rubs his eyes, and the world spins a little as he does so. “So I probably shouldn't say anything, right?”

“No, you should say something,” Joshua says firmly. “What do you think Y/N will do when it becomes obvious that this new arrangement is actively harming you, and yet you didn't say anything? Hell, if I found out my boyfriend wasn't telling me that kind of stuff, I'd get really mad.”

Seungcheol frowns. “What? Why?”

“Because you're my boyfriend?” Joshua says. “Uh—not actually mine, obviously. But that's how Y/N would feel. You need to communicate your feelings. That's what couples do.”

Joshua takes a sip of his tea, spinning around in Seungcheol's desk chair in his study whilst Seungcheol, the owner of the chair, is currently exiled to the small wooden stool beside it.

“Just think about how you'd feel if you were in Y/N's shoes. How would you feel if your partner wasn't telling you that they're sleeping badly and feeling increasingly more terrible throughout the weeks because of something that could be easily fixed by them talking it out with you?”

And oh, now Seungcheol understands. Now it makes more sense. He'd want you to communicate your feelings immediately.

Joshua must see the revelation on Seungcheol's face, because he snorts smugly. “I knew you'd get there in the end.”

“Shut up,” Seungcheol grumbles, and Joshua mocks him for how ridiculously macho-man he was being before. “I'll talk to Y/N about this tonight.”

“Well done,” Joshua says amusedly, spinning around in Seungcheol's chair so fast that its joints, even as expensive and well-oiled as they are, begin to groan in surprise. “I'm so proud of you.”

“Shut up,” Seungcheol says again, and Joshua laughs. “And get off my chair.”

“Hmph! You're so mean. I bought this chair for you, you know.”

“No, you didn't.”

“No, I didn't. But you believed me for a second, didn't you?”

“Definitely not. Now get out of my house before Y/N gets home.”

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It's one of those very, very rare days where you finish work later than Seungcheol, and so when you unlock the front door and finally make it inside, you're more than ready to just fall into your boyfriend's arms.

Except, the entire ground floor of your house is dark when you get home.

“Where is he?” you say to yourself, mystified. “Cheol? Where are you?”

“In our room!” he calls back from upstairs, and you take off your coat and shoes, dumping your bag by the doorway and bounding up the stairs two at a time to get to your boyfriend.

“Seungcheol! Why were the hallway lights off? Have you eaten dinner yet? What's— wait, what are you doing?”

In the middle of your bed, right over where the two halves of your bedding meet, Seungcheol is sprawled out in an upside down starfish shape, staring up at you balefully as you walk into the room, and you laugh a little at the state your boyfriend is in.

“Hello,” you say amusedly. “You look like you're sulking.”

Seungcheol just continues to blink up at you like a displeased cat.

You laugh again, bending down and kissing him on the forehead. “Definitely sulking, I see. What's wrong, baby? What happened?”

There's a long moment where Seungcheol doesn't say anything, and you continue to smile down at him, petting his hair fondly. And then, he frowns, and speaks.

“What do you think of our bed?”

You look over at the head of the bed, scanning it briefly. “I think it looks fine.”

It's apparently the wrong thing to say, because Seungcheol frowns harder.

“Why? Do you not like it?”

“I don't like it,” Seungcheol says, and sits up, turning around to face you. “I don't like this sleeping arrangement.”

You tilt your head. “Oh? I thought you didn't mind the Scandinavian Sleep Method.”

Seungcheol sighs. “I lied,” he admits. “I actually hate it so much. It's the worst thing in the entire world.”

Your face softens in worry, feeling something thick and bitter rising to your throat at the idea that you've been forcing Seungcheol to go through with something he hates.

“I'm sorry,” you say sincerely, sitting down beside him on the bed. “I didn't realise. You should've said something, Cheol. I would've changed back in an instant.”

Seungcheol, for how big and manly and good at acting as your guard dog he is, still always melts under your touch, and the moment you wrap your arms around his neck, he softens into your embrace, burying his face in your shoulder.

“Would you really?” he asks, muffled into your blazer, and you belatedly realise that you're still in your work clothes. You haven't even washed your hands.

“Of course I would,” you say in your best don't be silly voice. “I don't want you to be feeling bad.”

His hands wrap around your waist, warm and comforting and he pulls you in closer, hugging you even tighter.

“Sorry,” he says. “I feel like I'm being stupid. This isn't even anything big. It just… makes me feel really terrible, and I don't know why.”

“Hey, that's totally okay,” you say placatingly, threading your fingers through his hair and patting him consolingly on the back. “I told you we didn't have to carry on with this, baby. I said we could switch back whenever we wanted to.”

He squeezes you tighter, arms wrapping more securely around you. “I still feel bad. You liked this sleeping method.”

You laugh softly, resting your chin on his shoulder. “Yes, but not as much as I like you.”

If possible, he seems to melt even further into you at those words, and you smile, adoring how clearly he adores you.

“Come on, sweetheart,” you say affectionately, kissing Seungcheol's ear before untangling yourself from his embrace. “Let's start remaking the bed then, hm?”

You pull away from his arms, and Seungcheol is staring at you with big eyes, irises all melty soft. And then he nods, smiling slightly, looking like a pleased puppy as he gets off the bed and begins helping you take the covers off the duvets.

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It's unusual for Seungcheol to be so shy like this—normally, he's the one telling you to be more outspoken, more confident, so it's a nice change. You quite like being able to reassure him, gently tell him what to do, praise him and shower him with love in the way that he always does with you.

“So why did you hate the Scandinavian Sleep Method?” you ask him a bit later as the two of you sit in front of the washing machine, watching it spin your bedding round and round. Seungcheol had insisted that you wash all of it right away, because otherwise the two of you were bound to put it off for a whole month.

Your boyfriend shrugs. He watches the bedding get spun in circles again and again and again.

And then, he finally looks at you, clad in your classic two-piece cotton pyjamas, hair all a mess, your face softened and natural now that you've washed up for the night, all ready to go to bed.

You look so pretty like this, so open and comforting and god, Seungcheol had missed you.

Even though he sees you every day. But that's whatever. He's missed being this close with you at night, in this kind of domestic setting, where it's just the two of you pressed close together in your house as the rest of the world sleeps.

“That sleeping arrangement…” he begins quietly, and you look up.

“Hm?”

Seungcheol holds your gaze very seriously as he continues. “It didn't let me hug you.”

You blink. “What?”

“It didn't let me hug you,” he repeats, as serious as ever, and you want to laugh in fondness because it really is that serious for him. “I couldn't cuddle you to sleep. I hated that.”

“Oh,” you say, positively melting away at his reason, so unbelievably in love with him that your heart is goo in your chest. “That's so sweet, Cheol, oh my god.”

You lean over and pinch his cheek, cooing over him, and he bats your hand away with a groan, smiling.

“Go away,” he grumbles, but it's so full of warmth that the words carry no weight whatsoever.

“But then you can't cuddle me in your sleep,” you say, pouting exaggeratedly. “Unless… you don't wanna cuddle me any more?”

You gasp dramatically, leaning away from him for full effect, and then yelp when he grabs you by the waist and pulls you into his side, preventing you from moving away.

“Don't say silly things like that,” he reprimands teasingly, laughter tinging the ends of his words. He kisses your shoulder. “Of course I want to cuddle you. It's the only thing I'll be doing every night from now on.”

“That's awfully cheesy,” you point out. “Sap.”

“It's all your fault.”

“Huh, I suppose it is,” you say proudly, snuggling into your boyfriend. “Glad to know I have such an effect on you.”

Seungcheol sighs, fond, and kisses your shoulder once again. “Oh, if only you knew.”

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nyang3racha · 18 days ago

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ME READY FOR WHATEVER YOU WANT TO BLESS US WITH BESTIE

Girl.. another Sannie story? IM SORRY LOWKEY TO BE THAT 🐶

i’m sorry i can’t tell if you’re upset i’m gonna be posting more san fics or if you’re asking for more 😭 but ! the next fic im posting is about yuyu <3 and in case you wanted more san i’ll be posting a couple sani ones next :3

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wouldn't it be so funny if they gave us the darkest concept yet with that goofy ass album title JRHDDH

the album ACTUALLY being called happy burstday is ending me but ig it'll a little bit redeemed if it really is darkteen making a comeback once more

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250419 JOHNNY

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I've come to expect anything at this point but this DHIWDJ my friend texted me the name and I thought she misspelled it from excitement 💀

no way is the album ACTUALLY called happy burstday pls r they so fr

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nyang3racha · 27 days ago

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stoic piercer jongho giving you nipple piercings. that’s it, that’s the tweet.

except no it isn’t bc i cant stop thinking about it. he talks about it like it’s so casual! y’know, just another day at work, which you guess it is for him, but for you? it’s not every day you get a guy as hot as this studying your body, touching your nipples, focussing all of his attention on you and your comfort. and yes! you know he’s getting paid for it, but sue you for having a mind that wanders!

and when he slides those gloves onto his hands, pinching at your peaks to get them stiff enough to pierce, so close you can almost feel his breath against you? fuck, you’ve never been more wet in your life. you hope he can’t see the way you’re rubbing your thigh together. the way your breathing is shallow and your skin is red hot to the touch. if he were to take a single glance away from your tits, he’d notice just how horny you are! but he’s a professional, you guess; his eyes don’t even flicker as he drags a sterile wipe over you.

“deep breath in,” he mutters as he lines up the needle. you do as he asks, and he pushes it through, and fuck you’ve never quite experienced pain like it! but how can you complain when he’s cooing at you like you’re the best girl in the world. telling you pretty praises as he sets up for the next one. you’re pretty sure you almost cream yourself when he whispers “so good for me,” right into your ear as he pinches and pulls at your peak. if he hears the moan you let out, he ignores it.

the second is just as painful, but he helps you through it with words. all sorts of syrupy sweetness tumbles from his tongue as he screws the ball onto the end of the bar, and before you know it, the pain is just another part of the arousal you feel.

shit, maybe you’re gonna have to make this piercing business a more regular thing…

#THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT I FEEL FAINT #god imagine him praising you for doing and listening so well 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️#and then explaining how you have to care for them #then going back in a couple weeks later and hin praising you for taking care of them so well UFHFUF #yes I have a praise kink thanks for asking

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BANG CHAN ♡ 3RACHA INSTA LIVE (250406)

#he's so fucking delicious

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#i want to throw myself off a cliff rn 😀😀😀

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Yeosang ღ Puppy [M]

ღ Ateez Yeosang x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~2.1k ღ genre & warnings: smut (sub!Yeosang, dom!reader calls him “pup” and “puppy”, he’s blindfolded and his hands are tied together, unprotected sex (vaginal - reader receiving, anal - idol receiving), reader rides his face, reader puts on a strap halfway through, biting, humiliation, handjob, dry humping on a pillow, overstimulation, mention of safeword, breeding kink, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms (idol receiving)) ღ reader: has a vagina, no description of chest, no pronouns used to refer to reader

Desc.: in which you find that playing with your pup is the most fun when he’s at the verge of desperation.

Author’s note: Something that’s been sitting in my drafts for way too long tbh…!

Yeosang is kneeling before you on the bed, a black velvet ribbon tied prettily around his hands is keeping them in place behind his back. You have put a blindfold on him today, made of that same black fabric, and you've had your fun toying with his mind as you kept whispering to him all the ways in which you could ruin him, while at the same time not granting him a single touch of yours, until he reached the state he's currently in. His teeth clenched and head thrown back, a drop of sweat sitting on his forehead. His cock painfully hard and begging for some relief as his body trembles in expectation.

"What?" you say, a mocking tone underlying in your voice, but you speak softly. "Did you get that horny just from listening to me, pup?" Yeosang merely whines as an answer. It's a strained noise that leaves his lips, and you can see the way his eyebrows furrow in desperation. "Want some relief, hm?" you continue your teasing as you finally reach out to him. When your fingertip comes in contact with his bare chest he flinches, but soon he eases into your touch, even though you're just dragging your digit down his sternum. He sucks in a sharp breath when you take your hand away - you know he's filled with anticipation and you're wondering how to give him what he wants.

"Such a desperate pup, aren't you?" You tease, and you manage to lure a low growl from his throat. You make up your mind, wanting to see what he would do if you were to simply let him take what he needs. "Here," you say, your voice gentle, as you reach out for his hand and you turn around to kneel right in front of him. "Use me." You're thrilled to see his reaction, and when he shuffles closer quickly, yet clumsily due to the restraints on his arms, you can't suppress a chuckle.

"So fucking cute," you mewl as you feel his tip between your folds, and you arch your back to give him easy access. Yeosang chokes on a moan when he realizes just how wet and ready you are for him, and when he pushes up into you with ease you can't suppress a mewl. Holding onto the bed frame you brace yourself for his thrusts, yet once he does start snapping his hips against yours from behind, you realize nothing could've prepared you for the force of his chase for a release.

"Shit, Yeo..." you curse, and you can feel his hot breath against your back as he leans in. You feel his weight on top of you, and when he sinks his teeth into your shoulder accompanied by a broken whine, more curses fall from your lips, mixed in with praise. "Fuck, didn't think you'd fuck me this desperately... greedy little pup..." His hips keep snapping into yours at a relentless pace and the noises he makes right beside your ear make your head spin, along with the painful sensation of him biting you. His thrusts are becoming less controlled in no time, as are his whines and growls, and just as he's about to spill into you, he bites down even harder. You groan from the pain, yet revel in the blissful feeling of having him cumming inside of you. You grant him a few moments to recover and to catch his breath, before you order,

"Off me." And he complies, almost thoughtlessly. "Onto your back." You watch him do as told, before you crawl on top of him and you position yourself so your core is right above his face. "Such a greedy little pup," you mutter as you run your hand through his disheveled hair. "Now be good and clean up the mess you made." You don't leave Yeosang any time to reply as you lower yourself so his lips touch your pussy. A few chaste licks before you bury your cunt in his face, and he moans at your taste while he extends his tongue to reach inside you.

"That's right," you praise him, rocking your hips on top of him gently. "Lick me clean my puppy, and make sure there's not a single drop left." Yeosang mewls at your words, eagerly lapping up his own cum mixed with your juices while you do your best to angle yourself so the tip of his nose would graze your clit now and again. You massage his scalp with one hand while keeping yourself stable with the other, and the way he's hungrily using his tongue on you has you nearing the edge quickly.

"'S it taste so good, hm? You and me together?" you tease him, but instead of the whine you had expected he merely sends a deep, throaty moan right up your pussy. You shudder at the sound and the vibrations, and the way his tongue works inside you, licking your walls clean just like you had asked him to. "Fuck, don't stop..." you hiss through gritted teeth, grinding down on his face. At this point it must be hard for him to breathe, but still he keeps going like the obedient puppy he is, and the moans he sends up your core only serve to drive you more crazy. And then your high comes crashing down on you, shaking your body on top of him as you clench on his wet muscle and pull on his hair. He makes sure to fuck you through your orgasm, and when you come down from it you sit back on his chest for a short while to catch your breath.

"You did so well," you praise him as you ruffle your hand through his hair, and you earn yourself a whine from him. His lips glistening with a mixture of your and his juices, you smile at him fondly, but when you crawl off him and sit down beside him instead, you can see that his cock has once again grown to its full size.

"Oh? Don't tell me you're hard just from cleaning me up?" you tease, and you earn yourself a whine.

"C-can't help it," Yeosang stutters, licking the white fluid off his lips and swallowing it. "You taste so good," he adds, speaking more silently.

"Hmm? Well, what are we going to do about this?"

"M-more... please..." he begs, but you tut at him.

"I already let you fuck me earlier," you say. "Or... did you forget that, my dumb pup?" You place a hand on top of his stomach and he sucks in a sharp breath.

"N-no," he stammers, "d-didn't forget." You smile at him, before you reach for the pillow behind you and toss it to him.

"Turn around baby," you order and you watch him immediately struggle to get on his knees. "Use that, like the needy pup you are." He gets the pillow between his legs somehow, and as he falls forward and his chest hits the mattress, he doesn't hesitate to start humping it, despite his ears taking on a deep shade of red.

"So needy," you coo over him. "Humping a pillow so desperately just to cum one more time. Like a pup in heat." A broken moan slips past his lips at the humiliation behind your words, yet he doesn't stop. It's as if the position he's in only makes him even hornier.

As he's busy chasing his own high, while his cock rubs against the soft fabric of the pillow cover, he doesn't take notice of you reaching over to where all your toys are hidden, choosing your favourite strap to put on along with a bottle of lube. Only when you're positioning yourself behind Yeosang with his ass perked up so prettily does he realize you're nowhere near done with him for today. He whines when your hand flies to his ass with a smacking sound, and with shaky legs he comes to a halt.

"That's a good pup," you coo, rubbing a few soothing circles onto the spot where you just spanked him before getting a generous amount of lube on your fingers. "Hold still for me," you order, and when your fingers find his hole he shudders. Him arching his back for you while spreading his legs apart a little further earns him a praise, and as soon as your digits are working to stretch him out, unintelligible whines fall from his lips. "Now it's time for me to breed you, isn't it?" you mutter darkly, and Yeosang replies with a whine.

Once you find that you've prepped him enough, you align yourself with him, and as you watch your dildo disappearing in his tight hole little by little, he can't stop the little pleas and whimpers escaping him anymore.

"I'll help you cum again, baby," you speak soothingly, running your palm up and down his back. "Relax and leave it to me, okay?" Yeosang nods, and as soon as you begin to thrust, his face contorts in pleasure. He's moaning at every single one of your movements, and with each time you pull almost all the way out only to snap your hips into his just like he had done to you not too long ago, his weeping cock grazes the pillow below him. The only difference is that his thrusts were desperate, searching for his own release above all else, whilst yours are calculated and swift. It doesn't take you long until he's a whimpering mess underneath you, with shaking legs and precum leaking from his tip. You know he won't last long, and that only makes you become more relentless.

"You gonna cum, my pretty pup?" You ask, fucking him at a quick pace. "Cum all over this pillow and soil it? Like the needy little whore you are?" The humiliation is what pushes him over the edge finally, and he cums all over the pillow with a broken moan that gets stuck in his throat. "Fuck, you're being so good for me," you say as you reach around him to wrap your fingers around his softening dick. He starts squirming underneath you when you start playing with it, making sure to focus on his tip where he's the most sensitive to be sure to overstimulate him properly.

"T-too much," Yeosang whines and you notice the wet patches on his blindfold. "C-can't... t-t-take it..." But you don't stop. You know that even if he says he can't take it, he very much will take it, or he'd have already called the safeword on you, and forcing another orgasm out of him when he's already in such a broken state just isn't something you could resist. And so you keep going, you keep thrusting into him from behind and you keep moving your fist up and down his cock until you can feel it harden once again.

"Gonna make you cum all over again, my little pup," you say as you watch the tears make their way past the blindfold and down his cheeks as he repeatedly cries out. His whole body is trembling at this point, his face flushed, and his mewls are so desperate and sweet that you wish you could be doing this to him all night. "Shit, look at the mess you made, Sangie," you growl at him, the pace of your hand that's pleasuring him speeding up. "Gonna make it even worse, huh? Gonna cum again for me like the good pup you are."

"Y-yes...!" One word makes it past his lips in between all the pained and desperate noises.

"You're so good for me, Sangie," you make sure to praise him as you watch him cry and mewl and squirm and occasionally buck his hips into your hand despite the overstimulation completely wrecking him. "Such a good puppy... and such a dirty one too..." You don't get to finish your sentence before he spills into your hand with an uncontrolled moan, his orgasm hitting him hard as his body convulses underneath you. This time you let him rest, pulling out carefully and then undoing the ribbon around his wrists and taking off his blindfold, before you help him roll over onto his back. You lie down beside him, letting him rest his head atop your chest and you comb your fingers through his hair gently as he cries out the remainder of the overwhelm stuck in his body.

"You did so well, Sangie," you make sure to whisper praises to him repeatedly, in between soft kisses to his forehead and the tip of his nose and all over his face. "You're such a good pup for me."

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#HAAAHH HOLY CRAP THIS WAS SO 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫#horny puppy yeo my shaylaaaaa #omg I love him and his desperate ass soooo so much #I have the feeling he'd absolutely love to be treated like that #especially the overstimulation #ughhhh that made me dizzy #also the idea of pegging such a big muscular guy !!!!!!#A YES FROM MEEEE #my sweet sweet boy I want him so bad 😩😩😩😩

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── .✦ after the rain.

⟢ pairing: lee minho x female!reader

⟢ genre: fluff, non-idol au, established relationship

⟢ word count: 1.9k

⟢ summary: the one where a street interviewer asks the story of how you met.

⟢ author’s note: hello, everyone! this is minho’s version of the meet cute series. i’m not sure this is an actual meet cute lmao but i got this idea from @/meetcutesnyc on tiktok, so that’s what we’re calling it. this one’s dedicated to @hykwrld because she asked for the lino version. i hope you all enjoy, and i would love to read your thoughts on it if you do<3

“Excuse me, are you two a couple?”

“Yeah” your boyfriend answers in a heartbeat, as if out of instinct tugging at your hand and making you stop walking right as he does.

You barely have any time to register the stranger in front holding a mic up to you and Minho—and the cameraman filming you while at it—before he shoots another question at you.

“Would you mind telling us the story of how you met?”

Hearing a teasing giggle leaving Minho’s mouth, and looking up at him only to see him already looking at you with his signature smirk, you brace yourself for the answer he is about to give—the very same one he had given one too many times, whenever someone asked him how the two of you met.

“I picked her up from the street”.

You shove him off as soon as his answer reaches your ears. “That is so not—” your eyes go to the camera. “He loves saying that, but that is not how it was”.

“It technically was, though” he argues, staring at the camera as well. “So what happened was, I was on my way home at like 2 AM after having a couple of drinks with my friends, and as I was walking past an animal shelter that’s like two blocks away from my place, I saw this woman kneeling down in front of the door, absolutely drenched—it was raining, by the way—and she was like, holding something inside her jacket trying to protect it from the rain… and she was crying so hard, I couldn’t help but worry…”

Throwing a brief glance at you, he waits for a moment in case you want to add something else. When you don’t, and nod for him to go on, he continues the story.

“So I walked up to her and asked if she was okay, and she started crying harder and was like ‘I found this kitty on the street and he’s so little and I couldn’t find his mum, and I can’t bring him home because my roommate’s severely allergic and said there’s no way in hell she’s letting him in, and none of my friends would pick up and my phone died now, and the shelter is closed and I can’t leave him alone’”.

You feel your cheeks heat up over how perfectly he remembers your heartbroken speech—and over how funny his high pitched voice comes out as he tries to imitate your sobbing, desolated one.

“To be fair, I was going through it” you hopelessly try to defend yourself.

“It was cute how she didn’t even think of going to a 24/7 convenience store to at least shelter herself from the pouring rain while she found a solution” he throws you under the bus.

“I was going through it” you emphasize your previous point through gritted teeth, earning laughs from all three guys next to you. “But yeah, my ugly crying must’ve moved him a lot, because he didn’t hesitate to offer taking the kitty back home with him and bringing him to the shelter for me the next day” a smile creeps up your mouth, feeling your heart warm up at the memory. “And he also offered to let me dry up and charge my phone at his place so I could call a taxi. I usually wouldn’t have accepted, I mean, he could’ve been a psychopath for all I knew,” you hear him laugh next to you. “But I was freezing and exhausted, and for some reason I felt like I could trust him, so I just went with it”.

“Back at my place I lent her some dry clothes and we had some tea to warm up while her phone charged, and we kind of grew fond of the kitty right away” he confesses, still remembering how neither of you could take your eyes off the orange and white ball off fluff sleeping soundly on his couch. “So we exchanged phone numbers and the next day when she texted to ask about him I told her that I would keep him, and that’s pretty much when it all started”.

“Yeah…” you reminisce as well with a fond smile. “The kitty was his now but I did still feel responsible for the whole situation, so I offered to help him pay for his food and shots and whatnot”.

“Of course I said no,” he chimes in. “But then I realised that it was the perfect opportunity to keep in contact with her, since I did find her very cute and wanted to keep seeing her…” his confession earns a smile from you. “So we ended up co-parenting somehow and now he’s our son”.

“How old is the baby now?” The interviewer asks with a smile.

“One year and nine months” you reply. “He was only one month old when I found him”.

“And how long have you two been together?”

“A year and a half” Minho chuckles timidly.

“Oh, so you got together only two months after adopting him”.

“Yeah, the whole co-parenting thing really got to our heads” you joke, and Minho lightly shoves you away with his shoulder.

The interviewer chuckles, holding the mic up closer to Minho. “So, what do you love the most about her?”

“Ugh, do I have to get all sappy now?” He whines, leaning closer to you.

“I don’t know, is the thing you love the most about me sappy as hell?” You tease, smiling triumphantly when he sighs rather heavily, preparing himself for what’s to come.

“Her heart” he goes straight to the point, and his genuine answer makes you pout in complete awe. “She has the biggest heart, she cares so deeply about everyone, especially about me and Yong-ie, so…” his soft eyes lock with yours for a moment—your feline son’s name slipping up from his lips. “I mean, the way she was crying over him when she found him and refused to let go of him… I think she would've spent the whole night outside waiting with him for the shelter to open, had I not gone up to her right then; and that only makes me love her more”.

“I think I would’ve, actually…” you sheepishly murmur.

“And what do you love the most about him?” The guy asks you now.

“Can I copy his answer?” You laugh.

Minho rolls his eyes. “Cheater”.

“I do love his heart the most, though. His compassion…” you specify. “There were a lot of people who walked right past me crying that night, which was kind of embarrassing, and he was the only one who went up to me and tried to help…” you feel his hand tighten his hold on yours, and you give it a gentle squeeze right back. “And then when he said he was keeping Yong-ie the next day… God, I got the fattest crush on him right then and there”.

Minho laughs under his breath next to you, and you don’t need to look at him to know his ears are turning red.

“And what is the next step in your relationship?”

“Getting another cat,” you don’t hesitate to say, looking up to Minho, who smiles the brightest at you. “Maybe?”

“Oh, getting another cat, definitely” he agrees. “We’re living together now and her annoying roommate isn’t there to nag about cats to us—”

“Minho…” you call him out under your breath, yet he doesn’t mind it one bit.

He is sure your ex roommate was more of a cat hater rather than severely allergic as she claimed.

“So there’s nothing stopping us from getting as many of them as we want anymore” he finishes his point.

The guy in front of you laughs, both at his words and at your reaction. “And your names are?”

“Minho” he says, although you had already given his name away a few seconds ago.

“I’m Y/N” you answer as well.

“Well, Minho and Y/N, it was a pleasure interviewing you guys” he wraps it up, signaling for the cameraman to stop recording. “I hope you keep rescuing as many cats as you want”.

Saying your goodbyes to the TikTokers, not without first making sure to write down their account so you can later watch the video once it is up, you resume your walk hand in hand to your apartment—the one that used to be only Minho’s up until four months ago, before you moved in with him.

Although some people in your life had said it was too soon to move in together, given that you had only been together for a little over a year by then, it didn’t feel rushed at all. If anything, it felt right.

You spent most of your days at his place anyway, for Yong-ie was there and you couldn’t bring him home because of your roommate. It had come to the point most of your stuff was at his and you were begging him to let you pay for the utilities, since he had made it clear he wasn’t letting you pay for half the rent like you had suggested more than once.

In the end, the obvious solution was to make it official and move the rest of your stuff to his place, so that the three of you would be together every single day like the family you had become a long time ago.

“So… another cat, you say?” He smiles.

“Yeah… I think it’s about time Yong-ie gets a sibling”.

“I doubt the spoiled brat is gonna like it”.

You chuckle, finding amusement in the contrast of how tiny and defenseless he was when you first found him, versus how big and spoiled he is now.

He is an only child after all, and as the cat lovers you and Minho are, he truly is living his best life.

“He’ll learn to like it,” you try to be optimistic. “He must feel bored and lonely at times when we’re not home”.

“Should we pay a visit to the shelter then?” He proposes, right before a taunting smirk curved up his mouth. “Or should I wait for you to find another one on a rainy night and call me crying to pick you up at 2 AM?”

“You’re such an ass” you try to playfully let go of his hand, only for him to tighten his hold around yours and pull you closer.

“Maybe” he agrees. “But I’m still the father of your child and future children, so…”

You shake your head in amusement—unaware of whether the second part of his sentence was meant for the future cats you planned to adopt, or the actual kids you may have one day. Either way, over such a statement coming from him, you feel fulfilled as ever.

Although the two of you always felt sorry for Yong-ie and the state he was in when you found him under the pouring rain, you were oh-so-grateful for everything that came afterwards.

After all, you only have him to thank for allowing you to come across the love of your life on that cold and rainy night.

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